The tip of the knife.

pupil.

The pupils are reflected in the tip of the knife, and the pupils are about to break out. Even if Mito's wrists just shake slightly, a bloody accident will happen.

“Yes, yes.”

Sanqiao's voice trembled, and saliva was secreted from his tongue nervously.

However, he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva, for fear that his body would tremble slightly and would stick a switchblade.

"What is the full name?"

"Three Bridges."

"Where is my hometown? What is my mother's name?"

"Shiko Matsumatsu Songe, Shimane Prefecture, Mom, Mom's name is Mihashi Ariko."

"I remember when I first watched a small movie and what color I like most?"

"Grade 3? Grade 4? Blue."

“Where is the job?”

Since Jidao in Japan is a legal organization, he learns that the company and trading companies have their own decent identity, such as a certain company and a certain company.

No matter how dirty the inside is, the surface must be at least decorated with decent packaging.

"Nakano District Center 4-22-14, Fifth, Fifth Floor, Zebra Finance."

In Tokyo, a so-called financial company with a storefront of buildings along the street has only a few or a dozen employees.

Either it is a business run by Jidao, or it is a fraud company with various names, including but not limited to success theory speeches, telecommunications fraud...

After all, Japan is the source of fraud in East Asia.

"It's too long to remember, do you have a business card?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Sanhashi's scalp was already wet with sweat. He shook his lips and took out his business card from his pocket.

【Zebra Finance Company】

【Manager: Sanqiao】

【Central of Nakano District 4-22-14】

It looks quite like that.

Under a series of rapid questions and the threat of life and death of the switchblade, Sanqiao's brain did not have time to think too much and blurted out like a bamboo tube.

The other two were half kneeling on the ground and moaning. They couldn't beat Mito Hayato with bare hands, not to mention Mito Hayato is still holding a switchblade in their hands.

Putting away the business card, Mizuto Hayato pressed the switchblade back: "Get out."

The three of them in a mess were staggeringly getting up from the ground. The members of the Jidao were not brainless. After being easily picked up by three, they also understood that the guy in front of them was not easy to mess with, and they would not let go of any harsh words without brainlessness.

If you leave your harsh words, you will only be beaten by the other party again. If you really want to take revenge, you might as well go back and lick your wounds and make detailed plans. Yakuza also depends on your brain.

People who rely on their own strength and no brains can't make it in the dark gold industry, so they have long been thrown into the sea or taken to Lucia for food and accommodation.

"Save the money."

"Hiyi?"

"The money in your wallet."

Isn’t it natural to fight monsters and equipment to explode game coins?

Although Mido Hayato has now become a "rich man" with one million and a half million yen in his hand, of course the more money it will be better.

Three members of the Dark Gold Organization obediently presented the money in their wallets.

What made Mizuto Hayato's eyes thrust was that the three members of the Dao were only taking out more than 50,000 yen from their wallets.

It's really embarrassing to Tokyo.

After watching the three of them leave the alley in a mess, Mizuto Hayato breathed a sigh of relief.

Even with the system in hand, the Holy Light can quickly heal non-fatal wounds, but the heart of Mido Hayato is still a little nervous when he is empty-handed and Yakuza, who is holding a knife.

If the Holy Light is stabbed into the heart with a knife, the Holy Light will not have time to save himself.

"It's okay, I lost my island classmate."

Mido Hayato wiped the sweat from his forehead and then smiled.

I still held the basket of vegetables in my hand tightly. There were only a few vegetables in the basket, so I guess I could only cook two or three meals.

"Mido classmate..." Something choked in her chest and throat. Mishima Yoshino could clearly feel the strangeness in her body, which was a feeling she hadn't had in a long time.

The last time I had this feeling, when my mother bought her a birthday cake, although the cake was very small, it was something I hadn't eaten in my memory for a long time.

What is the full name of Mito classmate? Naoto Mito? Naruto? Naruto? Boruto?

Hayato!

Mito Hayato!

A light of inspiration flashed through the lost island love's mind, and she remembered the name of the boy in front of her.

It symbolizes like a falcon, speed, courage and sharpness.

"Falaenor!"

When Mido Hayato was suddenly shocked when he heard the island-lost love shouting out his name.

Calling a name directly in the Japanese context is an extremely intimate act.

Could it be that I have just traveled through time for a few days and finally received my first confession?

To be honest, when Mizuto Hayato was very disappointed when he saw that the body looked just like a mediocre person and was not too handsome - he had no sense of substitution at all!

Fortunately, my gentle temperament and handsome behavior

"Mido Hayato, are you injured?... Do you need it? Come to my house to sit?"

Mido Hayato? What is this strange name? Is it a student who is deliberately named after the teacher in class who is dozing off?

"It's okay, I have no problem. You are a classmate in Mishima..." Mizuto Hayato threw the switchblade into the trash can in front of his neighbor's house, "Are you scared?"

"No, no at all." Half of the truth said by Mishima Love. She was just worried that Hayato Mizuto would be injured because of herself. As for the bloody scenes, the world she saw in her eyes every day was much bloodier than fighting.

"Those guys just now often come to harass you?"

Dark Gold, the most important thing is that in the eyes of ordinary people, not only are these guys not good people, but the "ordinary people" who can be involved in these black things may also have something bad about it.

"No, no, it's very often, and only harasses four or five...two or three times a month."

Mido Hayato frowned, whether it was four or five times or two or three times, it was enough to make a headache.

"As long as you close the door, they will leave if you don't ask."

The words were very light, but things were definitely not that simple. Mizuto Hayato couldn't imagine what kind of humiliation she would have been if she hadn't happened to go home with the Islamic Love today.

This is the reason why the female top students in this class are timid, most of them also have this factor.

"Give me the line number and the mobile phone number."

“Hey?”

"If you have such a thing in the future, you can notify me. Although you may not come quickly,... it is better to have it than not."

The two of them fell into silence. After more than ten seconds, they took out their cell phones in a hurry.

"Mi, To, Hayato, Man." I really spelled the name of Mito Hayato in the note column like a primary school student.

line is equivalent to China's QQ WeChat in Japan, but this software has a huge inconvenience... After clicking on the information, it will be displayed.

It is simply an anti-human design, not a working software, so why do you still have read displays? This design is the opposite of potential patients with autism or autism in Japan.
Chapter completed!